22 Monies a yin'll say tae me on tha Day o Reckonin, ‘Loard, Loard, dïd we no proaphesy ïn yer name, an ïn yer name dïd we no drive oot ïll spïrits an dae a hale lock o mïracles?’
It's no iverie yin that says tae me, ‘Loard, Loard,’ that'll git ïntae tha Kïngdom o Heiven, but ït's onlie hïm that daes tha wull o ma Faither wha ïs ïn heiven.